damaged kids. k.q/v.f

five

by the time the next monday came around, kellin was practically shitting his pants all throughout school. he was anxiously waiting for the bell to ring so he could run home before tyler and the guys saw him.

god, they looked terrible. all of them had busted lips and bruised eyes, and kellin knew exactly why.

he couldn't wait anymore. it was 2:10 and they still had another 20 minutes before the last bell rang.

fuck this, kellin thought, and the tall boy jumped from his seat and ran to his locker. the teacher called after him and yelled something about him being a troublemaker, but kellin didn't care.

he threw in the books in his hands and grabbed his leather jacket and skateboard. he slammed the beige steel door shut and skated down the hallways, ignoring the rude words from his classmates that had study hall and were roaming the west wing of the school with nothing else to do. assholes.

"what do you want?" kellin asked harshly into the phone when it rang, not bothering to check caller i.d.

"well, isn't someone supposed to be in school?" a deep voice asked on the other line, making kellin's cheeks turn the color of his bright red mcdonalds socks. he had weird socks.

the tall boy rolled his eyes and continued to skate, trying to pay attention to skating and speaking on the phone at the same time - it was difficult.

"i ditched," he mumbled, groaning when vic laughed on the other line.

"a killjoy, huh?" the mexican asked with an obvious grin, even if kellin couldn't see him, he knew it was there.

"the fuck do you want?" the younger boy asked angrily, yanking his stupid school tie loose with a frustrated sigh.

his stupid mother made him go to a homophobic and horrible school for a 'better education'. yeah fucking right.

"princess is mad? cute." vic said with a devious smirk into the phone. kellin's cheeks turned into the color of the bright red tie that was now barely even on his neck.

with the emphasis on cute, kellin wasn't sure what the older lad meant by that. and why did he call him princess? kellin was pretty bad ass, so being called 'princess' and 'cute' wasn't particularly his ideal situation.

sigh. "i'm in a pissy mood. what's up?" kellin asked with a frown, holding the huge iphone next to his ear as he skated out of the building and down the road.

the mexican laughed loudly into the phone, not even bothering to cover up the obnoxious chuckles that escaped his throat.

"princess is mad! all i need are their names, q." the mexican said deeply, a chuckle in the beginning before the sentence took a dark turn.

kellin almost died twice, practically falling off the skateboard both times as he made his legs burn from moving so fast. he really wasn't trying to face tyler and the guys.

"haha, victor. you can't just fix all of my fucking problems by beating everyone up. it's not how life works." the taller boy said angrily, slowing down for a couple of seconds to catch his breath before maintaining his original speed.

vic raised an impressed eyebrow as he smirked a bit, even though kellin couldn't see.

"have they bothered you?" the shorter of the two asked, smiling in victory when kellin didn't respond.

as long as kellin was safe and healthy, vic was fine.

"that's what i thought." he muttered, barely coherent, but kellin still heard. the taller boy rolled his eyes and mumbled something about everyone always bothering him.